Little baby monkey Milo was in one of his playful moods this morning, hopping around the garden and climbing everything in sight. His favorite spot was the old folding chair near the back door—it creaked and wobbled just the way he liked.
Daddy monkey, always the joker, decided to have a bit of fun. As Milo settled proudly on the folding chair, giggling to himself, Daddy gently nudged the side of the chair with his foot. The chair wobbled a little—Milo held on tight. But Daddy didn’t stop there. He gave it another playful push.
That was it! Milo’s tiny face turned red with frustration. He let out a loud squeal and threw his arms up in protest. His lower lip curled, and tears began welling up in his eyes. The fun was officially over for Milo.
He jumped down and stood right in front of Daddy, tiny fists clenched and tail flicking behind him. With a dramatic scream, he threw himself onto the grass beside the chair, crying loudly as if the world had ended. He even kicked his little feet in anger—his signature tantrum move.
Daddy watched, half-amused and half-guilty, realizing his teasing had gone a bit too far. Gently, he scooped Milo up, holding him close and rubbing his back. Milo still sobbed softly but slowly leaned into Daddy’s chest, sniffling with big, watery eyes.
Mom came over with a soft piece of fruit, and that, finally, calmed Milo down. He munched quietly, still giving Daddy the occasional grumpy glare.
By the afternoon, Milo was back on the chair—this time with Daddy sitting calmly beside him. A lesson learned: even the silliest games can hurt tiny hearts if we’re not careful. And baby Milo? He made sure to keep both eyes on Daddy from then on.
